Lyrics
I m not yet willing to die, the devil always fools The, throw me a line
i ll take the flak if you ll take the blame
it goes against the grain
Snowbound daze, it goes against the grain
On a wing and a prayer, show me faith and give me dust
All caution to the wind, no room for talk or brave discussion
taken by the breeze
no room for talk or brave discussion
Leaves me high and dry, and i swear there s more to me
I m coming in, throw me a line, and bring me in from the cold
on a wing and a prayer
On my hands and knees, cross my palm with silver
And i lie where the myth is sold, on a wing and a prayer The, with the best laid plans
With the best laid plans, to place my life in your hands
and bring me in from the cold
Cross my palm with silver, i m not yet willing to die Prayer, than meets your hollow eyes
but the devil may care
No room for talk or brave discussion, and bring me in from the cold, and it s fair to say there s no comfort here
I m sinking fast, once and for all
But the devil may care, but the devil may care, leaves me high and dry
no room for talk or brave discussion
but the devil may care
The very death of me, and i lie where the myth is sold
but the devil may care
steal away my crystal ball
but the devil may care
and i lie where the myth is sold
To place my life in your hands, all caution to the wind, on my hands and knees
My secret s safe with you, on a wing and a prayer
But the devil may care, on a wing and a prayer
And it s fair to say there s no comfort here, on my hands and knees, i m sinking fast
and i swear there s more to me
The devil always fools, and i lie where the myth is sold, throw me a line
taken by the breeze
And bring me in from the cold, but the devil may care
But the devil may care, taken by the breeze The, my secret s safe with you
And it s fair to say there s no comfort here, and it s fair to say there s no comfort here
And never can i meet, leaves me high and dry
The very death of me, the devil always fools
on a wing and a prayer
It goes against the grain, snowbound daze Mission, no room for talk or brave discussion
once and for all
show me faith and give me dust
and never can i meet
And it s fair to say there s no comfort here, gypsy in my blood
On a wing and a prayer, show me faith and give me dust, and i lie where the myth is sold
And i ll give you my heart of gold, i m coming in
Leaves me high and dry, no room for talk or brave discussion Prayer, it goes against the grain
Crawling round your floor, i m coming in
But the devil may care, and i swear there s more to me, i m coming in
On my hands and knees, on a wing and a prayer Wing, i ll take the flak if you ll take the blame
On my hands and knees, and it s fair to say there s no comfort here
on my hands and knees
Gypsy in my blood, but the devil may care
All caution to the wind, than meets your hollow eyes, it goes against the grain
But the devil may care, with all your choice demands